Arriving at the gallery, Qi Yan was about to express his gratitude to Jiang Shui when he saw him carefully looking at the paintings on display on the wall, looking very interested.

Qi Yan walked over, pointed at a painting he was looking at, and said, "This was painted by a junior high school student in our gallery."

Hearing this, Jiang Shui's eyes flashed with surprise: "Junior high school student..."

"Yes, a very talented child." Qi Yan pointed around: "Those hanging on the wall are all painted by the children in the gallery. The oldest is in college, and the youngest has just entered junior high school."

Jiang Shui's eyes flashed with yearning: "Hey, then they are really good..."

Faintly hearing a hint of longing and expectation in his tone, Qi Yan shifted his gaze and stammered: "If you want to learn, you can come and learn...ah! I'm just expressing my gratitude to you! Although you are meddling in my business, but, but you helped me anyway. I'm letting you come to study reluctantly, it doesn't cost any money..."

After saying that, Qi Yan regretted it in his heart. Would it be like an invitation to say this suddenly? What if he misunderstood?

Thinking of this, Qi Yan looked towards Jiang Shui quietly and found that he was also looking at him without blinking.

Being caught red-handed, Qi Yan's face suddenly turned red: "You, why are you looking at me! Who allowed you to look at me!"

Jiang Shui shook his head with a dull expression, and said softly: "I don't want to learn painting."

Hearing his words, a trace of loneliness flashed across Qi Yan's face, but he covered it up well in the next second: "Of course it would be best if you don't come--" "

But I will come." Jiang Shui ignored Qi Yan's words, and naturally continued: "I like it here."

Qi Yan choked, and joy arose in his heart, but he said in a crooked way: "Don't you want to learn painting? If you don't want to learn, don't come. How can I have the time to welcome a free person like you..."

"But I want to come." Jiang Shui said seriously: "Didn't you say you wanted to thank me?"

You have to be responsible for your own words. Jiang Shui's face was full of "you have to fulfill your promise", so Qi Yan couldn't refuse.

After a long time, Qi Yan coughed twice and said, "Forget it, forget it, you can come if you want, but I won't treat you."

"Well, I'll be good." Little did he know how misleading Jiang Shui's words were.

Qi Yan's ears turned red, and he walked towards his office in a mess: "Follow, follow me! I won't care about you if you dawdle!"

Although Jiang Shui had been given a pass to come to the gallery anytime and anywhere, if he had to say thank you, it was indeed not a practical expression.

At noon, Qi Yan decided to treat Jiang Shui to a meal. Jiang Shui agreed without any hesitation and ordered what he wanted to eat.

While being speechless about Jiang Shui's impoliteness, he booked a restaurant. Just as he was about to put on his coat and leave, a painting teacher suddenly walked in.

"Mr. Qi, that..." The teacher hesitated and wanted to say something. He glanced at Jiang Shui, and then looked at Qi Yan with hesitation.

Jiang Shui did not say anything, but left the room on his own.

In fact, Qi Yan did not want him to leave, but Jiang Shui wanted to leave, which meant that he was not interested in what the teacher was about to say.

Facing the female teacher, Qi Yan asked, "Teacher Xu, do you have anything to say?"

"Mr. Qi... It's like this, I want to know, which teacher is in charge of our oil painting competition this year?"

Qi Yan's eyes darkened. He knew that many teachers in this competition were eyeing the position of "instructor". If he becomes famous, the person in this position will be more glorious than the other contestants, and will become famous in the calligraphy and painting circles.

Qi Yan's gallery is bound to win this competition, which means it is a sure win, and whoever gets this chance will be looked at with wolf-like eyes.

To be honest, Qi Yan has not yet decided which teacher to hand it over to, after all, he hopes that the person who sits in this position deserves the title.

"Sorry, I can't reveal it now." Qi Yan refused, "I will inform everyone as soon as I have the news."

"Mr. Qi, to be honest, I really need this opportunity." The female teacher was embarrassed, "Mr. Qi, can you give me this opportunity, please..."

The female teacher in front of him was not very old, and she had only been working in the gallery for two years. Her painting skills are good, but I don't know if it's because she's young or impetuous, anyway, her painting skills have remained at her initial level, even after two years, there has not been much improvement.

Qi Yan excluded her from the position of tutor from the beginning.

"I'm sorry, this is not something I can decide on my own. And it's not fair to other teachers for you to come to me privately like this."

Qi Yan's refusal made the female teacher very embarrassed. She clenched the corner of her clothes and said, "Mr. Qi, let's go out and talk about this matter sometime. I'll treat you to dinner. Please don't refuse."

"Ah, no..."

"Saturday at 8 o'clock in Victoria, it's settled." After the female teacher finished speaking, she turned around and walked out as if she was afraid that Qi Yan would refuse: "Then I won't bother Mr. Qi. See you at 8 o'clock on Saturday night!"

Qi Yan frowned at the disappearing back of the other party. He didn't like such people very much, no matter what her difficulties were. His

mood instantly dropped to the freezing point. Qi Yan squeezed the hand holding the coat and couldn't calm down his emotions for a long time.

"Are you still going to eat?" Jiang Shui's indifferent voice came from the door: "Let's go and have dinner."

"......Okay." Qi Yan put on his coat and walked over: "Since I'm inviting you to dinner, it shouldn't be a problem for you to wait a while."

Qi Yan wanted to say "Sorry, I kept you waiting", but

after thinking about it, what he said was not what he meant. Jiang Shui didn't say anything, but followed Qi Yan naturally. I don't know if he heard the conversation between the female teacher and Qi Yan outside the half-open door.

Jiang Shui chose a unique pottery restaurant. The ingredients in it are all made with exclusive recipes and slowly cooked in pottery pots. Just entering the store, you can smell a unique aroma. After

choosing a few dishes and ordering a pot of sake, Qi Yan sat opposite Jiang Shui and looked at the scenery outside the window with boredom.

The sky was blue, as if it had been washed by water. The occasional passing clouds made the sky even more azure, bringing a touch of the freshness of nature.

"How long has the gallery been open?" Jiang Shui suddenly asked.

Qi Yan propped his chin up and said, "Five years."

After autumn, it will be six years.

"But you don't look big." Jiang Shui stretched out his big hand and compared in the air: "No matter the appearance or the height..."

"That's enough, shut up." Qi Yan glanced at him: "Don't talk, just wait for the meal."